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Chasing Midnight
In the quiet of the night
I awaken with a start
There's a pounding on the door
I feel the banging in my heart
I step outside
There is a small child in a red hood
I try to speak
She silently takes off for the woods
I can barely keep up
I only see flashes of red
No matter how fast I run
She stays a few steps ahead
I am stumbling
I am out of breath
She just keeps running
As if she knows this path
I just keep on running
My bare feet pound the earth
I am running faster
Than what I know it is worth
As I think to turn around
I hear the child scream
I stop dead in my tracks
Is this but a dream?
I pinch myself
I pick up a handful of dirt
If I don't keep moving
I fear the child will get hurt
Suddenly we stand across from each other
Between us is a stream
I once again ask myself
Could this be a dream?
I kneel down slowly
I start to play a game
I splash water towards her
She giggles and does the same
We go back and fourth
With this game we play
I try to get closer
I try to see her face
At the snap of a twig
She again begins her run
I trudge through the water
I notice the rising sun
We come to a clearing
I see the gravel of a street
She stands in the middle
Worn out, she falls to her feet
She doesn't see furious headlights coming around
I scream to tell her
But it doesn't make a sound
I collapse next to her
Hoping she will live
I cradle her in my arms
Knowing it is all I can give
The car just kept on driving
Because they did not care
When I looked down at my arms
She was no longer there
I awaken with a start
There's a pounding on the door
I feel the banging in my heart
I step outside
There is a small child in a red hood
I try to speak
She silently takes off for the woods
I can barely keep up
I only see flashes of red
No matter how fast I run
She stays a few steps ahead
I am stumbling
I am out of breath
She just keeps running
As if she knows this path
I just keep on running
My bare feet pound the earth
I am running faster
Than what I know it is worth
As I think to turn around
I hear the child scream
I stop dead in my tracks
Is this but a dream?
I pinch myself
I pick up a handful of dirt
If I don't keep moving
I fear the child will get hurt
Suddenly we stand across from each other
Between us is a stream
I once again ask myself
Could this be a dream?
I kneel down slowly
I start to play a game
I splash water towards her
She giggles and does the same
We go back and fourth
With this game we play
I try to get closer
I try to see her face
At the snap of a twig
She again begins her run
I trudge through the water
I notice the rising sun
We come to a clearing
I see the gravel of a street
She stands in the middle
Worn out, she falls to her feet
She doesn't see furious headlights coming around
I scream to tell her
But it doesn't make a sound
I collapse next to her
Hoping she will live
I cradle her in my arms
Knowing it is all I can give
The car just kept on driving
Because they did not care
When I looked down at my arms
She was no longer there
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